Jin Heng is very smart. At least Mr. Cen has taught for so many years, and he has never met a student like him. Although he usually brushes the questions and practice sets, Jin Heng's study time is obviously much less than those hard-working academic masters, and he is more comfortable.
Teacher Cen knew Cheng Doudou's situation, but it was quite puzzling that Jin Heng could actually teach him.
Recently, the pressure of studying is so heavy that even going to the toilet has become a luxury. During the short recess, the students in the class basically ran out of space and went straight to the bathroom.
Recently, the teachers of the office group have released a set of joint A papers, which is a bit difficult, and it is difficult to make it with the strength level of the students in Class 9. Therefore, the math teacher only talked about the basic questions in the front, and the final questions in the back could only be skipped.
When Teacher Cen walked to the side of Jin Heng's seat, he saw him resting his chin on his chin, concentrating on solving the problem. There are some things written on the scratch paper at hand, but because it is too scattered, Teacher Cen can't see anything.
After about a minute, Jin Heng discovered the existence of Teacher Cen, and subconsciously sat up straight, thinking that she had something to explain.
Mr. Cen didn't say anything, just looked at his scroll and said: "If you don't understand anything about the final question, you can ask the math teacher in private, she usually skips some difficult knowledge points when she talks about the questions, you can only go to the office. Run more."
Although it is not very good to say that, in fact, the teaching method of Class 9 is really not suitable for top students. This set of joint A volumes is mainly written for the rocket class, and is used to screen the key candidates for the test. Because of the overall strength level of the ninth class, the teacher will habitually ignore the finale high-level questions when he talks about the papers.
It's not that they don't want to talk, it's that the students can't understand it. It involves a lot of content beyond the outline, which cannot be explained in a few words. It is better to spend time on the basic questions, but it also delays Jin Heng a bit.
Jin Heng knew that Teacher Cen might have misunderstood something, so he filled out the half-calculated answer on the paper, put down his pen and said, "It's okay, the math teacher explained in detail."
He just heard that the latter question was difficult, and he just had free time to do the math. In the end, I found that it was really troublesome. Obviously, the question group deliberately made things difficult. However, the college entrance examination will not give such a question type that is too out of line, and it is of little significance to write it or not.
Excellent students are always liked.
Teacher Cen's expression slowed down again and again, and her soft-spoken expression was not in line with her usual stern style: "It's been a while since you came to Class 9, are you still used to it?"
Jin Heng nodded: "Very good."
In fact, no matter how you look at it, Class 9 is much better than the original class.
Teacher Cen continued to ask, "Is your study time usually tight?"
Jin Heng didn't understand why she asked that, so he could only say vaguely, "It's okay."
Seeing this, Teacher Cen was slightly relieved, and finally expressed his intention: "Teacher recently wanted to set up a one-on-one learning mutual aid group in the class, and help each other with good grades. Just like you helped Cheng Doudou, six people form a small unit."
The air conditioner in the classroom made a slight noise, dispelling the sultry heat outside.
Seeing that some students had come back in twos and threes, Teacher Cen continued: "The teacher wants to form a group of the top five students in the class except you, and then you will be the leader of the group and be responsible for paying attention to their learning situation. … The teacher knows that time is very tight recently, if you are really busy, you can also tell me.”
Although the grades are divided into different grades, if some people pull one, it is the difference between a junior college and an undergraduate, and Teacher Cen really has no choice.
Some students in the class who were resting in the classroom heard the conversation between them, while drinking water, they quietly pricked up their ears, wondering how Jin Heng would answer.
Jin Heng still had the quiet look, nodded and agreed: "Okay."
In fact, as long as the bottom line is not involved, Jin Heng is quite a talkative person. Probably because of the change in his mood, sometimes he thinks it's okay to help the half-college students in Class 9. After all... some roads can only be taken once.
And there is only one high school entrance examination.
When Teacher Cen heard his answer, he was overjoyed. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to say it. Finally, he patted him on the shoulder: "If you need any help, you can tell the teacher."
After the class bell rang, Mr. Cen started to assign the list of study groups non-stop. The students sat at the bottom, and when they saw that she was not lecturing, they could not help but whispered curiously.
"Didn't Mr. Cen talk about papers? Why hasn't there been any movement yet?"
"Shh, I just saw Mr. Cen approaching Jin Heng and asking him to help us pull the grades. Now we are dividing the list of study groups."
"Jin Heng agreed?"
"Yes, I saw him nod."
There was a slight uproar around.
Don't look at Jin Heng's turn around for more than a month, but in fact he doesn't speak much. It is Zou Kai's few people who play with him, so of course he leaves an inhuman and cold image.
Before Jin Heng helped Cheng Doudou to study, he was a little bit under the eyes of everyone, but he did not expect to agree to help them set up a study group. To be honest, in the third year of high school, time is money, and even brothers and sisters may not be able to help.
The ninth class students looked at Jin Heng's usual quiet back, and their mood was somewhat complicated.
Teacher Cen quickly divided the list of study groups and informed the class of the news: "In the future, Jin Heng will be the study group leader of a group. Discuss and communicate in your spare time. If you have any questions about the assignment, you can ask the teacher after class."
As soon as the list came out, there were joys and sorrows, the one who was happy was a group of members, and the one who was worried was Cheng Doudou.
The master, who was originally just him, is now "divided up" by five people, and the feeling is like crying without tears.
Cheng Doudou's father was involved in real estate projects. His family was not short of money, but he lacked a scholar who would shine on the lintel. In the last Xiaoyue exam, because of Cheng Doudou's improved grades, his family even set up several tables to celebrate in the big hotel. Those who didn't know it thought they were holding a school entrance banquet.
Cheng's father didn't know why, so he deliberately carried a bunch of high-end supplements to thank the teacher, but the teacher's style is strict these days, and the things can't be sent out at all.
After school, Cheng Doudou looked at Jin Heng hesitantly after thinking for a while: "Well, are you usually busy on weekends?"
Although the school made up classes, it was given two days off every weekend, so it wouldn't be too cruel and inhumane.
Jin Heng was packing his schoolbag when he heard the words and glanced at him: "What's wrong?"
On weekends, Jin Heng usually has nothing to do. He either lies at home and sleeps, or helps Yan Na to make up lessons, and then hangs around with Wen Yan, goes back and rolls the sheets, and the day goes by.
Cheng Doudou's face turned red, and her scalp was almost bald before she stammered: "That... that is... can you be my tutor... The teacher my dad hired for me... I feel that I don't have the flexibility of you... I'll be fired... In the future, you will help me make up lessons every weekend, and I will pay you the hourly salary?” Now the tutors outside the home charge a lot of money, and a few hours of lessons can be paid for several days of others’ wages, and the ordinary ones can also be maintained. Basic living income. Although Jin Heng has good grades, only the teacher knows his level. If he goes out as a tutor, no parent would dare to hire him.
Jin Heng paused: "Do your parents know?"
Cheng Doudou nodded vigorously: "Know... I know, I told them... This time the exam was so good... It's all... You taught me... "
He didn't know that Jin Heng was short of money, and he was so nervous that he was sweating because he was afraid that the other party would not agree.
Jin Heng agreed readily: "Yes, I have time on Saturdays and Sundays. How many hours do you want to make up for?"
This time, it was Cheng Doudou who was dumbfounded: "Huh?"
Jin Heng: "Then four hours first, if not enough, add more."
Clouds filled the sky outside the window, and there were twos and threes of boys playing ball on the playground, chasing and making trouble, refusing to leave the school.
Jin Heng went downstairs with his schoolbag on his back, and threw the ball that accidentally flew to his feet.
Maybe this is normal high school life.
Study, play, playground, lush summer, noisy classroom. Instead of endless bullying and fear.
Wen Yan had something to do today, so he couldn't come to the gate of No. 6 Middle School in time to pick him up. He made an appointment with Jin Heng to meet at a nearby barbecue stall, which was quite a bit of a treat.
Seeing that the road was not far, Jin Heng did not crowd the bus, but followed the mobile phone navigation. As a result, before taking two steps, he keenly realized that someone seemed to be following him, squinted and turned off the mobile phone.
Jin Heng stood in the middle of the road and turned around, and unexpectedly saw a man with a vicissitudes of life following him, like a thief, it was Jin Changqing.
"Huh..."
Jin Heng suddenly sighed inexplicably. Sometimes it's not that he refuses to let go, it's just that whenever he is about to leave, someone will always grab the corner of his clothes and refuse to let go.
It's so annoying, I want to cut it with a knife.
Jin Heng was silent for a few seconds, briefly suppressing the killing intent that had not been surging in his heart for a long time. He walked towards Jin Changqing, his face expressionless, making it difficult to see his emotions and anger, and finally stopped three meters away.
Jin Heng stared at Jin Changqing's thinner cheeks, indifferent, and asked with a half-smile, "Follow me for a few days, what's the matter?"
During this period of time, Jin Changqing fled around like a mouse crossing the street in order to avoid loan sharks. After a full meal, the beard is unshaven, and it is no different from a beggar. He heard Jin Heng's words, a light flashed in his cloudy eyes, and he wanted to reach out and pull him: "A-Heng, Dad... Dad knows it's wrong... I shouldn't have beaten you that day, do you have any money, lend me a meal, Two hundred, one hundred, fifty will do!"
Jin Heng smelled the sweat on his body that he hadn't bathed for a few days, and stepped back to avoid it, his brows were cold and thin, and the rest was just a sneer, and asked softly: "Dad, you don't have any money, how can I have it? What about the money?"
Jin Changqing didn't believe it, he had been following him for several days, and there was always a boy with ruthless eyes following Jin Heng, so he didn't dare to go forward. Today, Jin Heng finally landed an order, and he didn't want to give up this opportunity: "You have no money, how do you go to school, and how do you eat? Is it hard to drink the northwest wind?"
People are driven to a dead end, they are already crazy, and they are no different from mad dogs.
Jin Heng originally wanted to do something, but seeing Jin Changqing's stench and ugliness, he suddenly lost interest.